AN ADVERTISEMENT IN GLAMOUR MAGAZINE IS ILLUMINATED VIA WALKING BY THE STORE FRONTS OF KING ST., CHARLESTON, SC AFTER CLOSING HOURS.

it’s lateby late I mean early in the morningbut the mornings for me never start until I’ve been asleepso it’s late...and I’m trying not to wake you while I can’t sleep...and it’s about this time every night that I can’t sleepstaring, just staring off to behind whatever is in front of mebecause I start thinking aboutthe inefficiencies of this career...and the ways in which most of ourfamily and friends believe my career to be a glamorous occupationbright city lights and publicationsand parties forever on end...

everyone wants some romanticized insight...want to think I live wildhave unique experiences traveling around the worldlive the life they dreamed of but never wanted...it feels fashionable...well I’m living the life I always dreamed but never ever wanted...it’s really just being lonely...and saddled with insatiable desire

At times my attitude shifts, and I see it...fading in and out and cast in a different lightin some ways...it feels like my window is passinglike my time is about to be missedlike I’m always walking the line of desire and promotionand the conflicted relationship thereinand how that might reflect on our futureour family’s future

these are works to stay up late and miss you bythis workit’s a work that mourns the loss of an agean age where we were all we hadan age without necessary division of attentionsan age of connectionof never turning the page forward

so I’m just going to sit at the dinner tablethe place we never eatI’ll sit here in the middle of the nightone bulb of the table lamp on...I’ll sit here with shaky handsand I’ll write about trying not to wake youknowing full well you’ll say in the morning‘you know I don’t sleep well without you’